St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-05-19
EDITOR O'BRIEN MOBBED.
The Streets Of Toronto Last Evening the
Scene of a Murderous Attack on
the Agitator.
He and His Friends Followed by Howl
ing Crowd, and Pelted With
Brick Bats.
The Police Refuse to Interfere, Al
though Two Persons Receive Inju-
ries of Serious Nature.
0'Brien Miraculously Escapes With a
Few Scratches--What he Thinks
of the Event.


O'Brien, the Irish agitator, seems to
have changed the whole face of Canadian
politics, and it is thought will have an
important bearing on the future of
parties and policies in the dominion.
The extreme senSitiveness shown at the
outset of criticism of any sort, whether
of Canadian institutions generally or of
Lord Lansdowne's landlordism, par
ticularly where the critic happened not
to be resident of the country, has
given way, and now men have taken
Sides, and in the hotels, Oh the streets
and in newspaper offices comparisons
are being made, and battle is being
fought over the relative advantages of
being an American or Canadian subject
of her majesty. The Catholics who
spoke regretfully in regard to the
Fenian invasion of twenty years ago,
don't speak so now, and the Orange
men who talked in determined man.
ner about Mr.. O'Brien's ''invasion" say
that if he attempts to speak here again
he would probably pay the penalty with
his life. The Orangemen seem to feel
that they have committed blrHlder,
not i'll having attacked the speakers and
disturbed the meeting, but i'll not hav-
now express disappointment because
they allowed the meeting to take place
at all. AS evidence that the Orangemen
are not solid against him, Mr.. O'Brien
furnishes the following for publication
to-day with the remarks: Look at that,
boy; the most powerful Indictment that
has yet been drawn up against LanS-
doWne and
HIS ROWDY DEFENDERS
and the most complete vindicatiOn of
my action in this matter" The letter
was as follows:
Fenelon Falls, Ont, May 1S-William
O'Brien, Toronto, Dear Sir: As one Orange
man of good standing in Canada welcome
you to our shores and wish you success in
advocating the rights of poor, distressed,
man, high or low, who will uphold Lans-
dewne in his cruel eyictions. am sorry to
see so little sympathy in Canada for your
cause. 1t is a good cause, and after you are
gone will have its effect. If Lans;
that is no reason why the people should up.
hold him in his tyrannieal yictipn career
have no doubt all you say is right, as 1 hap
pen to know Trench,s dsord ds-isnnsdowreas
agent Being landlords son, born and
brought up in Ireland, / take deep interest
in Ireland's affairs and the progress of the
home rule movement, which hope will soon
be triumphant. i think may safely say that
Henry Lucas, of older family than either
Lord Lansdowne or Trench. Again wishing
you and your cause success, am, yours
faithfully, AcuEsoN ST. GEORGE.
Mulligan, of the local branch of the Ma
tional league, called at the hotel and
asked for Mr.. O'Brien to go out and
have walk. ID. p. Cahall, Dennis Kill
bride, the evicted tenant, and j. Nj.
Wallace, special correspondent OF the
New York Tribune, were present, and
suggested that it would not be safe to
venture out as darkness had fallen, and
crowd of about 200 rOwdieS had gath
cred around his hotel Kissing, hooting
and groaning. Mr.. O'Brien, however,
persisted in going. Il have right to go
OUT he said in a determined manner,
steps lead from the main entrance of
the Rossin house on York street to the
sidewalk. For more than two minutes
neither O'Brien nor his companions
could stir from the door. The crowd
grew in number and turbulence and
surged up to the very spot where Mr..
O'Brien and tenant Kilbride were staud-
ing. They
GROANED AND KISSED
into Mr.. O'Brien'S face such cries as
'sAway traitor" s'Down with the dyna-
miter'' and "God save the queen"
''Come on," said Mr.. O'Brien, smiling.
''TheSe men don't own the streets, !"
and the three pushed their way through
Teefy bringing up the rear. A riot
seemed imminent, as the Orangemen
were armed with stout sticks, just as
they were at the meeting in the Queens
park. They came up to Mr.. O'Brien as
he strobe along York street with his
| friends and showed him and jOStled
against him, making several attempts
to strike him on the head with their
sticks. He lodged the blows, however.
and his friends rallied around him, but
they were as one to fifty. The faithful
body guard was broken again and again
and Mr.. O'Brien driven up against the
| Cahill the little party stood at bay, Mr..
| O'Brien shouting at the top of his voice
"You cOwardly dogs, don't you see we
are not armed; let us alone" Kisses
and cries of ''God save the Queen
and groans for the dynamiterS greeted
| this appeal. Two policemen stood near
| ilSy. but made no effort to disperse the
mob. The party then turned into
Kingston street, while the crowd in
| Ecreased. From the windows of some of
| Itlle houses banana stalks and broken
bricks were dropped down on the crowd,
Mr.. O'Brien and his party, however, es-
| Gaping injury so far. AS the party
| turned into Bay street, ID. p. Cahill, the
| fsecretary of the local branch of the
| league, had his hat knocked Off by a
stone. Now the Orangemen
| BEGAN THEIR REAL ATTACK,
| for Bay street furnished a good OppOr-
tunity, being covered with clay, broken
bricks and cobble-stOnes. Mr.. O'Brien
had on tall hat, which furnished a
| good target. Mr.. Wallace was on his
right, and Kilbride and j. A. Mulligan
were on his left. ''Look out, O'Brienn'
i shouted Wallace, ''the stones are COM
ing: it's Belfast over again."
+ "Oh, it's all right" replied O'Brien
''It would be better for Lansdowne il
they let us alone"
As he spoke volley of bricks and
! cobble-stones came flying from the cen
ter of the Orangemen, missing heads,
but knocking the. plastering off an ad,
jacent wall. Shouts of ''To he'll
with the poper' kill the traitor!''
din. The O'Brien party were still Oh
the sidewalk and the Orangemen
! thronged the street. ID. L. Kellogg, q
| behind O'Brien and was about to warn
him, when a stone struck O'Brien'S hat
and knocked it off. O'Brien stopped
his head and J. M. Wallace, who was
standing beside him, lifted his head tC
look in the direction whence the mis-
siles came, when huge stone struck
him OH the side of the head and tumbled
him heels over head. He reeled into
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